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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Index,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.