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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.