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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.