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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.