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 Bolivia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.