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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.