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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.