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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.