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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.