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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.