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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.