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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.