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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.