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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.