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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.