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 Djibouti 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.