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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.