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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.