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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Mummies to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.