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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.