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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.