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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.