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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Monks,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.