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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Q65,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.