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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.