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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.