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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.