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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League 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?
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.