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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.