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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
New Order,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.