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 Panama 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.