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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.