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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
PIL,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.