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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.