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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.