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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Television,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Franke,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.