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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.