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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.