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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Technova,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.