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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.