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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.