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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Scion,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.