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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.