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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide 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?
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.