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 Malawi and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.