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 El Salvador 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Smog,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.