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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.