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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.