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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Oneida,
Technova,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.