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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Wire,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.