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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.