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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.