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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.