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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Q65,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Little Man,
The Litter,
the Association,
The Zeros,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.