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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.