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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Faust,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.