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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.