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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.