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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Offenders to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.