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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Nas,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.