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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.