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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Birthday Party 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.