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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.