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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Little Man,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.