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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.