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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Index to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.