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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.