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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.