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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.