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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.