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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.