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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.