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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.