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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.