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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.