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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.