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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
X-101,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.