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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.