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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Can,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.