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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Rakim,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.