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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.