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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Moebius,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.