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 Uzbekistan 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Nas,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.