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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.