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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Organ,
The Gories,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.