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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.