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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.