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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.