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 China and from Edmonton.
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 Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.