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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Index,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Little Man,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.