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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.