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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.