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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.