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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.