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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.