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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.