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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.