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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.