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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Organ,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.