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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.