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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.