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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
Fear,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.