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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.