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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.