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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.