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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Doors to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.