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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Visage,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.