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 New Zealand 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.