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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.