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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.