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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
The Saints,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.