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 Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
The Move,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.