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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.