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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.