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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.