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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.