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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.