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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.