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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
MDC,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Television,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.