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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.