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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.