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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.