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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.