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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.