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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Minutemen 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.