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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.