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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.