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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Franke,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.