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 Belarus 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.