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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.