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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.