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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Pagans,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.