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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.