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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.