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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.