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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.