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 France and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.