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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.