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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.