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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.