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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Techniques to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Deakin,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.