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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.