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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
AZ,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.