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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.