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 Mozambique 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.