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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.