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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.