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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Crime,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.