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 Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.