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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.