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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.