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 Morocco 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.