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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.