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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Wings,
The Index,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
UT,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.