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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.