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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Magma to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.