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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.