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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.