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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.