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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.