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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.