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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.