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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.