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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.