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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.