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 France and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.