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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.