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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.