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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.