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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.