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 Lebanon 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.