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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
MDC,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.