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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.