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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.