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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.