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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Television,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Cymande,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.