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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Mars,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.