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 Antigua 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Television,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.