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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.