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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.