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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.