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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.