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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.