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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Franke,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.