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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.