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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the crunk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.