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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots 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 crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.