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 Ukraine 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Ronan,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.