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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.