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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.