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 Angola 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.