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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.