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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.