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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.