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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Nico,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Faust,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.