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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.