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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Television,
New Order,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.