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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.