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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.