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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
AZ,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.