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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.