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 Liberia and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
ABC,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.