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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.