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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Nas,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.