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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Nico,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.