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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.