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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Slave,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.