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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.