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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.