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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.