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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Human League to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.