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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.