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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.