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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.