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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Index,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.