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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Excepter,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.