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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.