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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.