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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.