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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 Patti Smith 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.