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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.