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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.