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 East Timor 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.