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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Organ,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.