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 Ireland 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.