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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues 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?
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.