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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Visage,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.