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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.