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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
the Association,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.