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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Aswad,
the Association,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.