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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
The Monks,
CMW,
Faust,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.