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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.