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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.