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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.