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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.