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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.