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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.