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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.