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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.