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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.