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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.