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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.