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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.