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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.