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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.