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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.