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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.