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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.