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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.