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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.