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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
DNA,
Motorama,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.