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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.