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 Austria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.