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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Smiths to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.