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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.