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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.