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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.