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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Gong,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.