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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Visage,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.