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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.