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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Nico,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.