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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.