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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.