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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.