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 Italy and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.