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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.