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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.