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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.