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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.