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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Litter to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
OOIOO,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.