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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.