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 Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.