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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.