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 Ghana and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.