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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
X-101,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.