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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.