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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.