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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.