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 Jamaica 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
DNA,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.