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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.