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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.