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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Vogues to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.