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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.