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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.