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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.