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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.