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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.