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 Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Fear,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.