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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Associates to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.