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 Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.