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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.