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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.