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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell 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 grime 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.