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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Crime,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.