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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.