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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
The Victims,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Swans,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.