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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Star Department 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.