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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Television,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.