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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.