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 Nepal and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Organ,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.