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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Crime,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.