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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Can to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.