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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.