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 Russia 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 London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.