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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
cv313,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.