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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Organ,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.