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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.