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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.