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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon 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?
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.