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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.