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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.