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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.