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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.