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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Saints to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.