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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.