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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 Taipei and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.