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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.