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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.