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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.