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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.