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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.