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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.