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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.