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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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?
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Technova,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.