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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.