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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Excepter,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.