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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.