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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
The Names,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Crime,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.