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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Ronan,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.