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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
JFA,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.