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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.