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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.