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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.