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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.