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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.