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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Suicide,
UT,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.