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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.