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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.