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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.