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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.