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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.