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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.