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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Motorama,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.