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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Neu!,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.