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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.