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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Q65,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.