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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Al Stewart 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.