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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.