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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.