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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Qualms,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
CMW,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.