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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Unwound,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.