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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Can,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.