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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All ABC 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Television,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.