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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.