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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.