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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.