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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.