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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
cv313,
The Martian,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.