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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Roxette,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.