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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.