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 Togo 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.