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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.