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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.