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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.