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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Liliput,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.