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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.