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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.