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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.