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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
ABBA,
Television,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.