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 Fiji 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.