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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.