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 Namibia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.