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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.