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 Colombia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the funk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.