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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.