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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.