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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.