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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.