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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Pylon 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.