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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. 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.