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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Pole,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.