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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.