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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.