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 Syria 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.