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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.