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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.