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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.