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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.