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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.