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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Wire,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.