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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
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.