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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Whodini,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.