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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.