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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Index,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.