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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.