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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.