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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Easy Going,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.