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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.