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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.