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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.