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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.