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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.