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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Mars,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.