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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.