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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.