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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.