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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
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Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.