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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
X-101,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.