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 Netherlands 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Index to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.