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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.