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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.