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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.