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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.