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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.