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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.