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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.