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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.