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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.