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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Crime,
The Index,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.