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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.