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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.