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 Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Nico,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.