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 Burundi and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
World's Most,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.