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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.