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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.