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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Nico,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.