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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.