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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.