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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
cv313,
Visage,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.