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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.