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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Interpol,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.