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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Slave,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.