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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 the Human League to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.