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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.