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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.