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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.