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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Ossler to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks 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?
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.