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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.