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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.