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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.