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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Ice-T,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.