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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.