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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Woodstock and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.