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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.