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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Wire,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.