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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.