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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
PIL,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.