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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Pole,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.