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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.