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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
DNA,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.