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 Qatar 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Index,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.