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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Porter Ricks 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.