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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.