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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
The Evens,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Index,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.