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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear 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.