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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.