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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.