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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Faust,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
DNA,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.