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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.