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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.