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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Rakim,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.