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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.