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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.