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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.