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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.