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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.