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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.