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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.