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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 May. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Martian,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.