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 France and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.