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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.