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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.