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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.