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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Associates 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Index,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.