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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
The Index,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.