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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.