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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.