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 Niger and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
ABC,
Cameo,
Brick,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.