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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.