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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.