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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.