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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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 United States of America,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.