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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.