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 Nigeria 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.