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 Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.