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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.