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 Rwanda 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.