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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Television,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.