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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
The Standells,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.