Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by cv313. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Television,
Gang Green,
The Index,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.