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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.