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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.