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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.