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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.