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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Faust,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.