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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.