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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.