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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.