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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Crime,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.