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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.