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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.