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 Jordan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
UT,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.