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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.