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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Index,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.