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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.