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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.