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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.