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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.