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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.