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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.