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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.