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 Sierra Leone 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.